Yesterday, while contemplating the prospect of doing ______ for about the hundredth time in my career, Gil Scott-Heron’s seminal The Revolution Will Not Be Televised popped into my head (you can hear it below.) It helped me break the yoke of ‘well, it’s tradition’ and look deeper for an alternative; one that would be stimulating/demanding/challenging/eye-popping/revelatory–new.
For many years I had the revolutionary passion; I would change the world; you know: veni, vidi, vici. That fire burned bright (My candle burns at both ends;/It will not last the night;/but, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–/It gives a lovely light. [thank you, Edna St. Vincent Millay.])
But like a wild-fire, it was constantly on the move; flaming brightly one moment, an ember the next; sparking auxiliary fires then dampened by reality/majority/society/fear.
Who are the revolutionaries now? Where are the revolutionaries now? All the disciplines require a cleansing fire now and then; allowing a rebirth of creativity to push its way to the top. We can look back at history and see when ‘normal’ was challenged and overthrown in the arts, sciences, politics, society, but can we see those challenges now? Are you able to recognize a revolution when it’s happening in your midst?